Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
The Raincoats,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.